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Alternate Universe Stories / Re: Sprinkles on a Soup Sandwich
Last post by Ellen Fitz -Hirek, like Knox, had noticed the other six men carrying sniper rifles with the minimum grenade and other armament support. Sobel hadn’t even opened his mouth, and Hirek was already inwardly groaning at whatever the fuck the man was about to say.
With his usual poise and charisma, which was fucking nil, Sobel barked the orders at the group.
“About 50 klicks from here we’ve made initial contact with what we believe to be a sentient species, either native to this planet or visitors like us. Considering their base of operations is subterranean, we know only as much as our drones have allowed us to scan, which is fuck all because they have shields up preventing our scans. That being said, we’ve been ordered to make direct contact to ascertain their intentions and whether we can coordinate or coexist with one another on this damned planet.”
Madsen cleared her throat, briefly interrupting the lt, “Will you be with the snipers or with me, lieutenant?”
“You’re getting ahead of me, Madsen.”
“Sorry, Sobel,” Madsen didn’t look apologetic, and it was then that Hirek understood why she’d asked her question. She was hoping he wouldn’t be with her for fear that his charm and character would doom them all. “Please, carry on.”
Glaring at her as if she were a spec of shit on his boot, Sobel rolled his eyes before continuing. “We’ll ride the shuttle approximately forty-five klicks then go the rest of the way in on foot. Sniper teams will take up a camouflaged position directly in front and flanking the coordinates while the lieutenant and these two,” his lips quirked upward in a sinister grin, “will go in to make friends with the maybe friendlies. I’ll remain with the shuttle and shuttle pilot, coordinating the mission. If things go south, the code word is Tuscany. Any questions?”
As much as Hirek itched to ask a dumbass question, he kept his mouth shut. Glancing at Knox, he gave the man a half-shrug. They’d had nothing better to do anyway.